She should have been the one to be in Tony’s arms, but Myra had to come along and take everything away from her. In retrospect, she should have followed him back to Bradfort City months ago, but she hadn’t thought that he would fall head over heels for another woman within such a short span of time.
Gemma wanted to clench her fists, but a sharp ache tore through her arms whenever she moved her fingers. The injuries on her hands were already grave on their own, but any movement that required so much as an ounce of strength was enough to send a paralyzing pain through her bones.
She gritted her teeth. If he hadn’t provoked her the other day, she wouldn’t have lost control and rammed into him with her car, thereafter crashing into the oncoming truck. She wouldn’t have ended up in such a sorry state.
A fire burned in her eyes as she dwelled on those and at the thought of the video she had just received, she grew even more outraged.
…
Tony and Myra had kept their evening stroll brief and before long, they headed back into the room.
Along the way, she brought up the incident with Elsie from earlier that day. “Do you think Elsie was the one who gave Kris the drug? And if that was the case, does that mean the secretary in my office suffered a miscarriage after accidentally taking the drug that was meant for me?”
Tony hadn’t wanted to let Myra learn the truth, given how traumatizing it could be for her to learn that someone was coming after her and the child she was carrying. Heaving a sigh of resignation, he squeezed her hand gently and replied, “I didn’t want you to know about it, but now that you do, please don’t be afraid or stressed out by it.”
He paused, then added softly, “We found Kris’ fingerprints on the lemon and the reason why I haven’t exposed her yet is because I’m saving this information for future occasions.” Worried that she would read too much into the situation, he kissed her forehead and continued speaking. “There’s nothing for you to worry about. I won’t let Kris get away so easily after all the things she’s done. Besides, even if I don’t go after her, fate has a way of getting rid of the wicked. When all these come to an end, I’ll make sure she pays for all her crimes.”
A harsh gleam flashed in the pitch black of his eyes as he said that.
Tony thought about how Myra had so narrowly dodged a bullet. If the timing had been off by a second, she would have been the one to ingest the spiked lemonade and she would have been the one to suffer the miscarriage instead of her secretary. The child that they had only just conceived would be lost and at that thought, he simply could not contain his rage.
He wanted nothing more than to kill Kris wherever she stood, but knowing that she could still be of use, he decided to spare her for now.
Myra, on the other hand, nodded after hearing what he had said. “I trust you.”
She agreed that there was no reason for her to worry. After all, Tony had his own way of dealing with those things and he had the brains to make sure things turned out just as he had planned. “But, what if Elsie refuses to leave Bradfort City?” she asked hesitantly.
“She has to leave,” he answered stoically before he frowned. His expression softened when he turned to look at Myra. “She’s not like Sasha. If we spare her, she’s only going to bite back even harder and we won’t know what she’s going to do next. I can promise to spare Sasha, but I can’t do the same for Elsie. She must leave Bradfort City, no matter what.”
He looked grim as he thought, I’ve had enough sleepless nights and it’s time to put an end to her shenanigans.
When Myra heard how resolute Tony sounded, she decided to let the matter drop. She knew that he had a knack for getting what he wanted.
Presently, as they walked past Gemma’s suite, they could no longer hear her shrill cries and hysterical ramblings, which meant she had given up after failing to get her way.
Not long after they had returned to the suite, Leo hurried into the room to set up Tony’s work documents and laptop. Apparently, Tony was insistent on taking care of things at work despite his injuries.
As he set himself to work in what had quickly become his makeshift office, Myra reached out to take her phone from him. Following her pregnancy, he had been keeping her phone away from her on the days when they were together. She was about to unlock her phone to text Estelle when it rang with an incoming call.
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